When Karl Marx was a boy he took a hard look around He saw people were starving all over the place while others were painting the town The public spirited boy became a public spirited man So he worked very hard and he read everything until he came up with a plan

There'll be no exploitation of the worker or his kin No discrimination 'cause of the color of your skin No more private property It would not be allowed No one could rise too high No one could sink too low or go under completely like some we all know

If Marx were living today he'd be rolling around in his grave And if I had him here in my mansion on the hill I'd tell him a story t'would give his old heart a chill

It's something that happened to me I'd say, Karl I recently stumbled into a new family with two little children in school where all little children should be I went to the orientation All the young mommies were there Karl, you never have seen such a glorious sight as these beautiful women arrayed for the night just like countesses, empresses, movie stars and queens And they'd come there with men much like me Froggish men, unpleasant to see Were you to kiss one, Karl Nary a prince would there be

Oh Karl the world isn't fair It isn't and never will be They tried out your plan It brought misery instead If you'd seen how they worked it you'd be glad you were dead just like I'm glad I'm living in the land of the free where the rich just get richer and the poor you don't ever have to see It would depress us, Karl Because we care that the world still isn't fair